Reaching the borders of Manida Land was surprisingly uneventful. No flying beasts ambushed them from the clouds, and not a single arrogant young master tried to pick a fight in the middle of the sky.
Apollo, his mount Bluetooth, and the ever-puking disciple Don finally arrived at the city's outskirts, where the towering silhouettes of five majestic peaks loomed in the distance.
Each mountain was like a sword piercing the sky, surrounding Manida Land like silent guardians.
"Building a city within the territory of five powerful sects... bold move," Apollo muttered, exhaling slowly. "No wonder Manida grew so famous."
Bluetooth glided steadily alongside dozens of other flying mounts and carriages, joining the stream of cultivators flocking toward the city. The sky above the border was a moving tapestry of mystical beasts, ornate vehicles, and individuals in flowing robes, each emanating an aura of varying strength.
